Considering that he'd helped the kitten out from under a fridge where it had been trapped, it was safe to assume that the cat had been trying to escape from something. Under the fridge had probably looked like a great hiding place. If only it had been small enough but it's tiny pudgy back end just hadn't been able to make it. It was amazing that the kitten was alive at all. Maybe he'd call her Lucky.
Alicia immediately took to the cat, cupping the little thing to her chest. The combination of the warmth of her body and the softness of her voice eased the kitten. Harley watched its little body relax. That was one thing he didn't have to worry about. He moved his hand out to scratch the top of the kitten's head. "I'm sure he will. As long as the kitten doesn't become trouble." Harley dropped his hand back to his side and let Alicia hold her as he talked. "I've started training her already. Funny thing is though, she won't make a sound. I don't think I've heard of a cat that won't meow. Not even a peep or a hiss from Miss Puss in Boots."
It would be cool if he could train the cat to hunt for them. As long as it wasn't rats.
He shrugged at her comment. It wasn't like him to offer personal details of his previous life. He preferred the one he had now. As strange and complicated and fucked up as it was, this was his family now. Any life before them just wasn't worth mentioning. But there were a few things he did miss. "I had a cat growing up. Binx. My nanny found him and brought him home and I just kinda dragged him everywhere with me. But he was a good friend and never complained," he chuckled and reached out again to give another scratch to the kitten, this time under her chin. "Did you have pets growing up?"